Last night (this morning?) at 2:00 AM my dad and brother took my mother to the hospital because she was in severe pain. Apparently, she has (or doesn't have) a blockage in her small intestine. (This is the problem with having a family member who blogs. She might tell the world that you have a blockage in your small intestine. But since my mom doesn't read my blog, she'll never know that you know.)
Anyway, the CAT scan showed a blockage; the plain old x-ray showed none, and tomorrow she has the dye tracking x-ray for the definitive answer.
The worst part of the whole ordeal was having the NG tube inserted. Very, very painful and traumatic for her. She is 81.
I spent the day (from about 8 AM to 9:30 PM) with her. As I left she was receiving a large dose of morphine, so I hope and pray she'll sleep well and stop worrying that her hair isn't combed, her teeth aren't brushed, the covers aren't right, her gown comes open, and the fact that she can't seem to get her chapstick around the tube coming off her nose and over her lips or her ice chips around the hose and actually into her mouth, or the fact that the tape and hose on her nose look like a "snout" (her words.)
I'm tired. So are the nurses. But God is good.